This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

Shen Yunshang pinched Princess Zhaoyang's baby-skin-like face.

"You, I knew you'd be at home all alone, reciting storybooks again."

"Guess what I brought you this time?"

Shen Yunshang glanced at the paper in her hand. The handwriting was strong, the ink penetrating the back of the paper. It seemed the person who wrote it must have been quite excited at the time.

She shook her head curiously, "I can't guess."

"It's a new poem!" Shen Yunshang spread the paper out on the desk.

Chu Youwei looked at the crooked and distorted characters, feeling somewhat confused.

But when she looked at the contents, her eyes lit up.

Pity the farmers!

"This is really well written!"

"Surely only Li Bai, Du Fu, and Zhang Ping'an could have written such poetry?"

Chu Youwei turned to look at Shen Yunshang and asked.

"You really can't hide anything from you. This poem was written by Zhang Ping'an, and it's even his original manuscript!" Shen Yunshang said, pinching Chu Youwei's cheek as if she wanted to take credit.

That fair and flawless little face, with a touch of baby fat, makes you want to pinch it and feel its texture.

Chu Youwei was somewhat lost in thought. Was this handwriting done by Zhang Ping'an?

This is quite different from the handwriting she had imagined Zhang Ping'an to have!

"Little Yunshang, could you tell me what kind of person Zhang Ping'an is?"

"He can write poems about plum blossoms, sympathy for farmers, and the roc that rises with the wind in a single day, but his calligraphy is simply unbearable to look at."

"Haha!" Shen Yunshang laughed heartily.

"To be honest, I don't know Zhang Ping'an very well. If you're really curious, how about I call him over so you can take a look?" Shen Yunshang gently nudged Chu Youwei with her elbow, her big eyes blinking playfully.

"Ah! I'd better not!" Upon hearing that she was going to meet a stranger, Chu Youwei immediately became nervous, and her face turned pale.

Shen Yunshang hurriedly stepped forward and embraced her in her smooth chest.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, if you don't want to see me, we won't..."

"But you can't look like this! You're a princess; you have to go out and meet people!"

Shen Yunshang looked at her with a pained expression and said.

"I understand, but I... I'm just scared." Chu Youxiao's face was full of grievance.

"What if you were asked to meet Master Hua'an? Would you still be afraid?" Shen Yunshang asked with a smile.

"Ah, I hadn't thought about it." Chu Youwei was taken aback and shook her head.

"Hey, Xiaowei, you're not scared at all!" Shen Yunshang exclaimed in surprise, jumping up.

"Really?" Chu Youwei seemed very happy as well.

Since experiencing a major upheaval, she has developed a strange illness, becoming extremely afraid of meeting strangers.

Therefore, she has rarely gone out in recent years, and those books, poems, and storybooks have become her best companions.

In Shen Yunshang's view, her life was very lonely.

However, this princess possessed an exceptionally rich knowledge base, surpassing even that of renowned scholars in academies.

"It seems we need to find this Master Hua An; perhaps he can help cure the princess's illness." Shen Yunshang was even more excited than if she had heard that her own illness could be cured.

Three days later.

During his patrol, Zhang Ping'an noticed that the number of refugees in the city was suddenly increasing day by day.

This puzzled him greatly.

They arrested two of the more clever-looking ones, and after questioning them, they learned that they had come all the way from elsewhere specifically to the capital.

I heard that if I went to the capital, I could not only eat my fill, but also earn ten coins a day.

This is even better than the treatment they received in their hometowns where the disaster didn't happen.

Therefore, the refugees who had originally fled to the surrounding prefectures suddenly all flocked to the capital.

In just a few days, more than 20,000 people have gathered.

Zhang Ping'an frowned, keenly sensing that there was an element of human intervention involved.

Ordinary people, after receiving benefits, who would tell others? Aren't they afraid of losing their jobs?

Unless someone did it intentionally.

The Imperial Palace, Fengtian Hall.

Zhang Xuanling, the Vice Minister of Revenue, was standing in the hall reporting.

"Your Majesty, recently tens of thousands of disaster victims have suddenly flooded into the capital. Moreover, according to my investigation, more and more disaster victims are heading towards the capital. If this trend continues, hundreds of thousands of disaster victims from Yuzhou will probably converge on the capital."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The officials whispered among themselves, discussing the matter animatedly.

"If hundreds of thousands of disaster victims were to arrive in the capital, wouldn't it disrupt the order of the city?"

"Several hundred thousand people, just feeding, drinking and relieving themselves is enough to give anyone a headache. Moreover, a large population will inevitably lead to chaos, and the country will be in turmoil."

"Yes, what should we do?"

The Empress frowned slightly, looking at Zhang Xuanling and asking, "These disaster victims were originally making a living in other prefectures, so why did they suddenly flood into the capital? What happened?"

Zhang Xuanling said, "Your Majesty, I also have this question. So I sent people to inquire with some disaster victims, and they said that there are people in the capital who provide meals and can earn ten coins a day. It is this kind of treatment that has attracted them all."

That's it!

It's all the trouble caused by that construction site in the south of the city!

Work must stop! It must stop!

General Gao Changlin was the first to step forward and report, "Your Majesty, we must stop the flood of refugees from entering the capital. Construction at the southern construction site must be halted immediately!"

"Otherwise, I fear the capital region will be in turmoil."

Guan Tianyou, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, was the second to come out.

"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Justice's prisons have been overflowing in recent days, mostly due to fights among disaster victims over resources. If hundreds of thousands of disaster victims were to flood into the capital, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"Your Majesty, please make a decision as soon as possible!"

The Minister of Revenue followed.

"Your Majesty, the root cause of the disaster victims is that construction site in the south of the city. We must stop the construction to stop the disaster victims."

"Your Majesty, I urge you to make a swift decision!"

The other ministers also took their places one after another.

Everyone demanded that Zhang Ping'an stop working.

The Empress frowned deeply.

Stopping work is a minor matter, but once work stops, these people will inevitably pursue Zhang Ping'an's criminal liability next.

Moreover, the construction site in the south of the city solved the livelihood problems of tens of thousands of disaster victims. The initial investment was huge, and it was also related to the important plan of replenishing the national treasury.

How can we stop?

However, if construction does not stop, it will be impossible to prevent the disaster victims from continuing to rush to the capital.

This problem is very difficult to solve.

Just then, the Left Chancellor Lu Chongyang slowly walked to the center of the hall, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Your Majesty, the situation is urgent. Only by stopping the construction work and cutting off the hopes of those disaster victims can we prevent them from continuing to flood into the capital."

"For the sake of the stability of the nation, Your Majesty, please make a decision as soon as possible!"

With the Left Prime Minister removed from office, nearly 90% of officials were also removed from office.

They spoke in perfect unison, as if they had planned it together.

"We urge Your Majesty to make a decision soon!"

Mo Yu looked at the Empress, feeling anxious, but there was nothing she could do about the current situation.

The Empress rose from her dragon throne, her wide dragon robe concealing her imposing figure. She coldly surveyed the crowd, a hint of anger rising on her face.

"Why did those disaster victims suddenly flood into the capital? And why did news of the poor treatment at the construction site in the south of the city spread? Who can give me an explanation?"

The entire court was silent, everyone with their heads bowed, not uttering a word.

"Where is the Lord of the Dark Palace?" the Empress shouted coldly.

The red-robed head eunuch, Guo Sanbao, stepped forward in response: "This old servant is here!"

"Investigate this matter and find out who is behind it."

"This old servant obeys the decree!" Guo Sanbao quickly retreated, squinting as he surveyed the assembled officials.

Everyone whose eyes swept over him felt a chill run down their spine, as if they were being stared at by a venomous snake.